Hiraeth | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Twenty Nine: We've Got Company

"Where's Senegal?"

"West Africa." Gracie felt a wave of nervousness as she added, "We'll be dealing with East African creatures like Nundus."

Sebastian had an unhinged bout of excitement appear on his face. "You don't think a goblin could subdue one, do you?"

"If Bragbor was able to obtain one as a cub, he could possibly domesticate it enough to place a marble inside it. Nundus as you know resemble leopards or in some cases lions. They're silent and carnivorous and their breath-"

"-is so potent and disease riddled, it can wipe out entire villages." Sebastian nodded once, not looking afraid or nervous as he should be, but rather randy with the idea of defeating such a thing. "That's almost as bad as Everett when he tries to make any sort of pasta dish. The last time he made spaghetti, I didn't kiss a girl for two weeks because I swore I could still taste garlic."

This made her roll her eyes again. "Poor you. No sex for two weeks? How awful."

"I said I didn't kiss a girl, that doesn't mean I didn't have sex." Sebastian pointed out with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, "You can be so naive, shortcake."

She gracefully ignored his attempt to rile her up, trying one of the dumplings he kept stuffing into his mouth. No wonder. She tasted cabbage, onion, garlic, ginger, and the ground pork was deliciously sweetened yet still savory. "You fatty. I can't believe you were holding out on me with how delicious these dumplings are."

"Fatty?" Sebastian repeated incredulously, lifting his shirt and grabbing her hand. He pulled her forward, pressing her hand flat against his abdomen, "What part of this feels fat to you?"

Gracie raised her eyebrows, smirking. "Self-conscious are you?"

"There isn't anything to be self-conscious about. I'm exceptionally attractive and you spend your days hot and bothered about me." He said without any reservation.

She smirked demurely, pinching his skin. "You're right, it's like Polykleitos himself sculpted you out of marble," Sebastian looked pleased which made this all the more sweeter, "What's exceptional is how small the male package is on those statues and I'm happy to report you are exactly the same. Nice to look at, but no way in Hell able to satisfy a woman."

A wicked glint shined in his eyes as a naughty smirk rose on his face, "Shortcake, why don't you bend-"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

The building began to shake violently. The lamp crashed to the ground, glass shattering everywhere. Gracie stood up hastily, placing the satchel across her body as Sebastian accio'd the broomstick.

Outside the room, they could hear screams mixed in with a war cry, "Come out, Come out where ever you are, Sallow! Hunt! It's time to play a game called Kill the Witch."

Chapter Twenty Nine: We've Got Company

"I think I prefer the game Fuck the W-"

Gracie shot him a glare, "Finish that sentence and you'll never finish again."

Smoke began to funnel underneath the door which caused Sebastian to open the window and used a charm to elongate the opening so that they could fly out. "Don't play hard to get." He held out the broom, gesturing for her to get on, "Hurry."